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Porcelain your heart is porcelain made of shattered glass delicately put together in such a manner that if  someone were to touch it, it would startle then crack.
Porcelain your skin is porcelain so hypersensitive to touch that it would break out at the gentlest embrace.

Steel I am steel my heart pumping through barbed wire as I choke on silence while my walls stay up for defensiveness.
Steel I am steel my mind staying firm, wedged between two buildings with only one way out in sight, breaking the delicate porcelain.

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